Office Revenge: Jenni Lee and Chanta-Rose

Chanta slips back into the office she used to run. She wants payback on Jenni Lee, the blonde who stole her chair and her corner view. Lights still burn low, desks empty, and the air smells of paper and sweat. She moves fast, heart slamming against ribs, until a shadow steps out from the copier room. Jenni waits, cable ties already in hand. One twist and Chanta’s wrists snap tight behind her back, the plastic biting deep. Another tie locks her elbows, another hugs her thighs. Jenni shoves her over the big oak desk, skirt yanked to the floor, ass bare under the harsh ceiling lights. Fingers slap down hard, fast, leaving red handprints that bloom on pale skin. Jenni’s nails dig into heavy tits, squeezing until the flesh spills between her knuckles. She pulls a thick black plug from the drawer, spits on it, and works it into Chanta’s ass. The stretch burns, then seats with a filthy pop. Chanta’s breathing turns ragged, forehead pressed to the cold wood, ass lifted like an offering. The strapon comes next—long, veined, matte black. Jenni lines up, shoves in one brutal thrust. The plug stays buried, stretching Chanta wider, making every inch of the rubber cock feel twice as thick. Each stroke hits deep, hips slapping loud, the desk creaking under the weight. Jenni’s hand stays fisted in Chanta’s hair, yanking her head back so every groan echoes off the walls. The revenge is raw, loud, and nowhere near finished.